The Deceivers past
Disclaimer: I Do Not own Bleach or any of its characters, all credit goes to Tite Kubo.
This is PURELY fan-made
When a human goes down the path of defection, there is always a reason for it. The reason could be for money, power, love, and even revenge. This is the story of a human that had defected during his human life and stayed the same as he passed over into the other world known as the Seretei. He then became the captain the 5th company in the Soul Society, only later to destroy his own façade, the one he had created for so many years, for reasons unknown. This is the story of Sosuke Aizen, and the reasons for his corrupt ways.
"Happy Birthday!", cheered a small room of people gathered around the table that was placed in the center of the room. On the table was a cake with exactly thirteen candles in it, each glowing a bright red as the embers danced back and forth awaiting someone special to blow them out.
Sitting down at the table was a young teen with lengthy bronzed hair that covered his head like a mop. His eyes reflected the bright candles lights as he stared deeply into the cake that would soon be his.
Today was May 29th, young Sosuke Aizen's 13th year alive. This was the day everything would change for him.
"So Aizen dear," a women with the same bronze hair as her son spoke as she leaned down to kiss him on the forehead, "Are you ready to blow out your candles and make a wish?" The impatient boy nodded enthusiastically as he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.
From the darkness of young Aizen's head he heard a loud crash and opened his eyes startled by the sudden noise. As his eyes fluttered open a strong gust of wind from the on coming storm outside blew in through the broken window. The last thing the bronze haired youth saw was his mom being dragged out the window by a strange creature with a white mask like a jackal.
"Mom?!, Dad?!, ANYONE?!," Aizen screamed as he stumbled from his chair towards the shattered window. Only seconds later, Aizen had been able to reach the window as the broken glass crunched under his bare feet leaving small tracks of blood all over the wooden floors. Then the young boy peered out the window only to see a single man now standing outside.
Without any second thought, the bronze haired youth jumped out the already broken window and into the darkness of the real world.
"Where are my parents and everyone else? Who are you? What was that thing that just came into my house?" The stunned boy shuddered as he squinted at the now approaching figure.
The man was slightly over six feet and had a katana on his waist. He was dressed in a black robe with a white sash around the waist. His face was hidden behind the darkness of night as he spoke, "I am a shinigami, and I want to know how you can see me."